From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jeanne Gets Branded (MF, mdom, bdsm)
Date: 14 Jul 1996 20:27:52 GMT

			 Jeanne Gets Branded

	Jeanne was there to greet the first few guests to arrive, but
about an hour She was a little pale and tense, but at the same time,
assured and obviously gloriously happy. Her attendants went up with
her, another slave and a mistress, both long time friends. I was
already dressed in a velvet formal jacket and ruffled shirt. The
pockets of the jacked bulged a bit and clinked occasionally, but I was
a little too paranoid to empty them for appearances sake.

	Only a little after the appointed time I got an OK sign from
the balcony. The best man started the music (he was custodian of the
remote control) and we herded the guests out onto the deck, they on
one side of the doors, I on the other. The photographer went to the
first of his assigned vantage points. (For once the photographer was
under control: His mistress would see to it. And we got the
undeveloped film rolls)

	Jeanne came down, followed by her attendants. She was wearing
a strapless white satin gown, plainly cut, with a skirt cut to allow
her to walk readily, but not full enough to billow. She wore white
shoes with moderate heels; enough to give a sway to her hips without
imperiling her balance. She wore no makeup, and her only jewelry was a
clasp to make her long brown hair flow back over her shoulders. She
was paler, but even more determined. She knew what she was doing, and
truly wished to do it.

	She stopped a few feet in front of me, her attendants off to
each side, a couple of steps to the rear. The best man, parked to my
left rear to provide a little visual balance, killed the music. Jeanne
stood there, and said plainly, for all to hear: "Master, I am come to
give myself to you, to be your property to do with as you wish, now
and for the rest of my life."

	And I answered, "And I am here to accept your gift of yourself
as my valued and cherished property, to use with love and fairness,
from this day forward."

	She reached up and undid the clasp on her hair, and
inconspicuously pitched it out of the way. Mistress Sally stepped
forward and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall around her
feet. Jeanne stepped out of the dress, and her shoes. I made a
matching sidestep and she knelt before me on a pre- placed rug.

	She was wearing nothing under the dress. Even her mons was
freshly shaven only minutes before. (Not my normal choice, but there
was a reason)

	She placed her hands in mine (and by now she did need the
comfort and support of her masters touch), looked me in the eyes and
said, "Master, I give you all that I have and all that I am,
surrendering even my name of Jeanne. Now and forever, I am yours, your
property to do with as you wish, to be what you wish me to be."

	And I answered, "I accept your gift, and the love that makes
it, and extend my love to you." I stepped forward and locked a jeweled
collar around her neck. Gold and rubies flashed in the sunlight,
almost as beautiful as she was, set against her dark brown hair, above
the perfect breasts. (all right, so I'm a biased witness - any woman
you love is beautiful) I lifted her to her feet, kissed her and said,
"My darling slave, I return to you the name of Jeanne, in token of
your value to me." I attached a gold chain to her collar and led her
back into to house. The guests followed.

	By now there was fear in her eyes, but she was still
determined. I put an arm around her for reassurance and support, and
led her over to a strange looking hardwood table, with leather straps
at several places. The trusty best man closed the patio doors behind
the guests. The other doors and windows had been closed in advance.

	Jeanne lay on her back on the table, legs spread, knees
hanging down. Her attendants buckled the straps, thighs, ankles,
torso, upper and lower arms. She was immobilized for what was to come.
I went over to the hearth and picked the orange glowing iron out of
the propane flame. It was a script F, my initial.

	I came back, looked carefully into her eyes and told her I
loved her. She managed a white faced and gulping nod and I placed the
iron between her legs, on the mound just above the cleft. She screamed
and spasmed every muscle as I held it there for a count of three. I
removed the iron and her attendants applied salve and a dressing as
she lay there sobbing.

	They unstrapped her, and I carried her over to the couch. I
held her in my arms as I kissed her tear-stained face, and told her
how wonderful she was, and how much I loved her. The doors and windows
were opened, and we stayed on the couch as the guests enjoyed a
(relatively) subdued wedding party. People made sure we had plenty to
eat and drink as the night went on.

	When at last everyone had left, I carried my naked and
tortured slave upstairs. Just before she fell asleep in my arms, she
looked up at me and said, "I love you Master."